alchemical/semblable.

here was a surprising explosion..
the nomadics of truth, pure wand-
erer who moves against the water,
liking the lack and giving to the
grandeur held back by a terrible,

resonant radiance that turns upon
itself, like a switch which works
light into the corners of bedsits
but there's a new lease-- playing
as if he loves me he loves me not

but it's more than a game and al-
so less than a game: of i'll die,
i'll not die, and death isn't al-
ways expiration, breath sustained
the beatitude of rolling decades;

when i think on these things, say
on: dozing sleeper waked by punch
rhythms & computers are no longer
stronger than radical chic, while
stirring the browse all pizzicato

the microspherologies of ultimate
lust, the shinings emanate within
the bright world: like a follower
will respire in utter resplendent
flowers and whether of evil or of

peace is to be determined, surely
my god father, word & holy ghost!
and as its creepers ensnare mind,
body, and soul, the question begs
is soul the exact same as spirit.